Miranda’s P.O.VI woke up with an unfamiliar sensation pulsating through my head. It was akin to a sledgehammer being repeatedly smashed against my skull and I almost screamed out loud at the intensity of the headache I was currently having. With my eyes still closed, I sat up straight and held my temple with both my hands. I groaned out loud as the intensity would not subside. Maybe a shower would help ease the pain, I reasoned mentally and then slid out of the bed ever so slowly. I opened my eyes and was greeted by the lovely (not) sun’s rays, making me squint them until they adjusted to the luminosity before I went into the bathroom.I didn’t immediately go into the shower but searched the cabinets for some pain medication or a first aid kit, and thankfully I found a bottle of Tylenol. Taking a glass from the same cabinet, I popped two tablets into my mouth before washing them down with water. After, I looked in the mirror and finally noticed just how unkempt and discombobulated I

Miranda’s P.O.V“Are you sure about this, Miranda? You really don’t think that you must do this because you are literally giving him the upper hand. He will get away with exactly what he wants,” Donovan muttered lowly disdainfully, giving me a pleading look. I had already made up my mind. I had to do this otherwise that evil man would follow through with his threats, and heaven only knows that he does follow through with his malicious motives. I nodded my head with a grim expression on my face. Michael sat across from me with his hard-headed and equally hard-faced lawyer, Ms. Jenkins. I blew out an uneasy breath before picking up the pen and scrawling my signature on the divorce papers. Next, I slid it over to Michael who happily added his impression and smirked triumphantly, knowing that he had very well accomplished exactly what he wanted…get a taste of the money he never ever worked for using dirty means.Ms Jenkins picked up her huge binder and arranged it noisily on the table. “

Chapter 36: Adding Fuel to The FireMiranda’s P.O.VThe photoshoot went better than I had anticipated, and Mr. Gaston was pleased with the results. So much so that he had promised to give me a hefty paycheck for it, and it would be a lie if I said I wasn’t excited about that. What I was most pleased about was that I had managed to get the desired effect out of Davien; he was totally hot and bothered by what he had seen today, and it brought a wicked smile to my face.Once it was all done and dusted, Anita gave me a huge hug and a pat on the back. “You were great, darling! Absolutely brilliant. I cannot wait for the billboards, magazine articles and tv ads. People are going to freak!” she shrieked happily, leading me back into the dressing room. It was not longer packed as before, and people were getting ready to put their things away.When I was halfway done changing back into my navy blue satin blouse and white pencil skirt, Anita came to me with a huge black cover bag. “This is for

Third Person’s P.O.VDavien stood up, seemingly stunned by the presence of the woman and when he went over to give her huge hug, Miranda was taken aback. “Chloe!” he gushed and spun her around, making Miranda’s eyes widen as well. What the actual hell? “Oh my gosh, look at you! You look amazing. How long has it been?”Chloe, who was dressed in a white crop top showing off her four pack abs and a pair of ripped denim jeans with white Timberlands smiled affectionately at Davien, even cupping his face. “Nine years, if my memory serves me well. It’s so good to see you, D,” she pronounced in a thick and aristocratic British accent, stroking his cheeks with her thumbs.Something like a needle pierced Miranda’s chest and a surge of jealousy so potent almost made her stumble back. Christian came to her side and deposited the gift she had bought for D’Alessandro in her arms. “If you need me, I’ll be just around the corner,” he whispered in her ear before disappearing all together. From what

Davien’s P.O.VI’d been living with unrequited love for quite a while now and now that the person I am actually in love with just boldly declared that they love me back, I don’t know what to do with myself. After leaving the house of who I assume are her two friends from work, and my employees at the same time, we both got into the car and sat in silence for a while as Christian drove us home. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” she asked me timidly, quite the contrary of the bravado she had displayed not even fifteen minutes ago.Smirking inwardly, I decided to play oblivious and turn to her with ingenuine confusion. “What would you like me to talk about, Miranda? It’s been a rather long day so please be a bit more specific,” I said calmly, and I watched her face scrunch up in diluted impatience.“Davien, I just told you I’m in love with you and now you suddenly don’t have anything to say about it?” she fired with narrowed eyes. I liked this side of hers, the one that spoke her mind